�Ah, it must have been this person.�

Windstorm Wigg.

Equipped with twin swords behind his left shoulder with the number 11, he entered with a smile.

�hello.�It is number 147.�People who know it also call it Whig of the Storm.�

�Hmm.�

Ryan closed his mouth and crossed his arms.

From the first evaluation, it was Wig who had been sending energy of provocation from beginning to end.

�Then show me your specialty.�It must be a double swordsmanship, right?�

�Well, to be honest, weapons don�t matter.�I just fight whatever I can get my hands on.�What really matters is����.�

Wig, who pulled out the twin swords over his shoulder at the same time, aimed at Lian with one eye closed.

�Isn�t it about who can I beat?�

Ryan asked without changing his expression.

�so����Who can you beat?�

As expected, he had a personality that did not know how to retreat, and Wigg made a proposal as if he had been waiting for it.

�You.�I ask for a real sword fight, knight of Macha.�

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�That�s not okay.�

Sirone drove the nail in before Lian could reply.

�We are the examiners and we select the personnel.�It�s Mr. Wig who has to show his skills, not Lian.�If you don�t like this rule, feel free to forgo rating.�

Wig was at a loss for words because every sentence was correct.

However, my pride wouldn�t allow it to end like this with the sword pointed at me, and I was sure that Lian�s reaction would be different from Sirone�s.

�Even if the wizard�s judgment is like that, will the knight of Macha really think that way?�

It�s not like a knight is full of muscles up to his head, but in the end, he�s a person who can give up any efficiency in front of his beliefs.

In the yard that made his name known equally as a budding prosecutor, he would not be able to run away after receiving a challenge.

�Of course I don�t think so.�

A smile appeared on Wig�s lips at Lian�s words.

�But if my lord refuses, I won�t.�

Even Wig knew the weight of a knight�s oath.

�How about thinking differently?�If you back down here, you will damage the lord�s honor.�

This time, Lian raised an eyebrow. JrNovels.com